Poems by George Darley
It Is Not Beauty I Demand
... For crystal brows-there's naught within, ...
The Phoenix
... That with shadeless boughs flamed over me, ...
To Helene
... Thou shalt not know the beating heart, &emsp ...
Song
... Ah! where the woodbines with sleepy arms have wound her, &emsp ...
The Joy Of Childhood
... At Love's self, and do not fear it! ...
The Anonymous Poet
... You, the choice minions of the proud-lipped nine ...
The Fallen Star
... Hear how his angel-brothers mourn - &emsp ...
Dirge
... Wash him bloodless, smooth him fair, Stretch his limbs, and sleek his hair ...
The Solitary Lyre
... Pour through unnumber'd reeds their idle woes, ...
The Moon And Sea
... Whilst the moon decks herself in Neptune's glass ...
Nepenthe
... Her urn, sight-high from spoiler men,&emsp ...
The Mermaidens' Vesper-Hymn
... With busom-friends are others blessed, - ...
